{Verse 1}

Nail chewing, stale brewing a male student of this game and stupid

Decisions are ruining my instincts I grew from a kid to assume I’m the issue

And you are just perfect in the booth I just word it 

I’m scared to admit but you’re not the blaire or the witch

The doll with the knife that’s patrolling inside of my soul and my mind  

My first instinct is to second guess your words

My third thing is that I’m never best the worst

Blessed and cursed at least I possess the verbs

To articulate my thought patterns, four’s rapping

My head’s been stuck inside of a claw trap and

It’s never been your fault, and this’ll stay inside the vault

Until the day that I am old and can say it’s time to drop

You may smile or hate me but I took a vial of bravery

Child me made me cos that’s the main reason

{Hook}

Hurt people hurt people, cursed evil’s worst sequel

Bad karma samsara slams harder and harder

Hurt people hurt people

{Verse 2}

The main reason for the ring wear

The same believing caused the skin tear 

Could never break even cos they speaking 

Was a great demon to your thoughts up in there

So course I’m pissed fair

The stalker’s still there in my pores and in hair

This the place for this shit like a porcelain chair

On fine art I told you to walk within there

But in my heart I get it’s not always possible and

Outside opinions are a downside and symptoms of

Trust I put in em you never see the picture 

Like a crown hides its kingdom now I’m a magician 

Cos I can 

Cos I can Stupidly fill my head with soon to be swoon to me usually 

I choose that’s what’s bruising me brutally you could be 

The truth or just using me usefully used to be 

I just choose to be the main reason beautifully

{Hook}

Hurt people hurt people, cursed evil’s worst sequel

Bad karma samsara slams harder and harder

Hurt people hurt people

{Verse 3}

I’m glued my phone I’m analysing your tone 

Sabotaging my situation kamikaze in blissful statements 

Syncopated heart beat alarm bells ring and I can’t speak

Keen eye for issues combined with imagination 

See I am simple but scared with infatuation

All consumed constantly tools removed for normalcy 

The health’s next step’s the self’s head rest

But this masculine complex can’t let me sit in myself’s set chest

I mean what does it mean? With the friends and beliefs 

And the pens and the beats and the passions 

That extend out of me why aren’t I like the men that I see

When they all have these problems at the end of the week 

Why can’t it all just blend and then cease to exist 

With the secrets and shit be with the trees and the mist

And stop bothering me while I breathe and just live

{Hook}

Hurt people hurt people, cursed evil’s worst sequel

Bad karma samsara slams harder and harder

Hurt people hurt people